If I Can't Find Love Like This, What Is The Point Of Even Trying.

If I can't find love like this, what is the point of even trying.

PUBLIC PROPOSALS — miles bletchley x f! reader

content warning: proposals

summary: a running joke in you and miles’ relationship is how you don’t ever want to be proposed publicly. miles take it upon himself to take the piss throughout your holiday in the city of love.

wc/ avg. reading time: 1081 words/ 6 minutes

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"I SWEAR ON salazar’s right arse cheek if you ever propose to me in public i'd breakup with you." was what you told miles the very first day you got together.

it had been six years since then and the both of you were twenty three, despite being in a relationship for that long, it was still something you reminded him often.

it was not that you did not want to marry miles, no, it was far from that.

you and miles had taken time off work and decided to go on holiday. you agreed upon visiting france since neither of you had never been.

the two of you thought about visiting the eiffel tower, even though you knew that it was just a tourist attraction that was not anything more than a metal structure.

the two of you thought about visiting the eiffel tower, even though you knew that it was just a tourist attraction that was not anything more than a metal structure.

the two of you ended up going however, just for the sake of the novelty of it.

you took a picture of the tower with your camera and turned around to see miles, kneeling on one knee.

"oh no you don't you bastard," you quickly pulled him up onto his feet as miles chuckled, gripping onto his stomach from the hilarity of your reaction.

"it's not funny. merlin, baby, people are looking," you grumbled as you poked the side of his stomach, "we're leaving."

you pulled miles into an alleyway as you apparated the both of you away.

it was a running joke in you and miles' relationship that he would pretend to propose to you in as many public places he could just to take the piss.

he even said before the start of your holiday that he would try twice as hard to carry on the joke since paris was also known as the 'city of love'.

"i think i'm going to be sick," miles leaned against a lamppost as the two of you got off space mountain.

you offered your boyfriend an iced bottle of water as the two of you sat near a water fountain fixture.

"no more roller coasters please." miles shook his head as the swirly feeling in his tummy finally dissipated.

"alrighty baby," you hummed as you tried to throw the plastic bottle into the recycling bin that was a fair bit away from you.

"ah bollocks," you cursed under your breath as you picked up the bottle and tossed it in the bin.

you turned back to where miles and your things were when you saw him kneeling down on one knee, a cheeky grin on his face.

a lady had saw and started clapping, a congratulatory expression on her face.

you practically sprinted to miles and kneeled down next to him.

"for all the bloody places in the world, really baby? at disneyland? you absolute bellend." you whisper scolded as you kneeled next to him, "i fucking hate you, you know that right?"

miles threw his head back in a laugh, "yes i do."

"sorry, he just fell," you apologised to the woman and cleared the air, awkwardly shuffling away with miles' hand in yours.

"cheers baby," miles clinked his glass with yours as you sipped on your champagne.

you finished your dinner and you were ordering your puddings.

"the tiramisu looks terribly good," you peered up from the large menu and saw miles kneeling on one knee next to you.

the waiter who was walking past your table gasped and the middle aged couples dotted around the restaurant were now looking at the two of you.

you started to grow nervous at the chatters surrounding you.

"miles bletchley if you don't stand up in three seconds i'm dumping your arse." you warned.

miles winked at you, "love you too baby." and pretended to tie the laces of his dior trainers before standing back up.

"sorry, i was just tying my shoes." miles waved to the people in the restaurant and the patrons seemed to have gone back to their individual conversations.

"i will stab you with this fork," you playfully threatened with a pout on your face.

the two of you returned to your hotel in the wizarding world, exhausted from your silly adventures around paris.

"i'll draw us a bath," miles called out from the en suite.

you thanked him as you unpacked your bag and removed your makeup in front of the small vanity.

you got out of your satin dress, letting it pool on the floor as you kicked it to the side of the marbled bathroom tiles.

"c'mere," miles beckoned you into the tub and you settled in between his legs, your back against his chest.

"i really don't want this holiday to end, i can't imagine having to go back to work and deal with malfoy's bullshit," you played with miles' hands.

"at least you got malfoy, potter's the head of my department. he's bloody irritating at times," miles groaned.

miles pushed himself up slightly so that he was sitting up and less so leaning against the tub.

he placed small tickles kisses starting from your neck to the back of your shoulder.

he then started massaging shampoo into your hands as you looked up with your eyes closed to prevent any soap suds from getting into your eyes.

your muscles relaxed as miles rinsed the water out of your hair.

"thank you baby, i love you." you mumbled dreamily as you began fluttering your eyes open.

you were about to run your hands through your hair when you noticed something on your left hand.

you whipped your body around to face miles, not caring about the water that had sloshed and left the tub from your movement.

"miles!" you showed him the back of your left hand, adorned with a glittering diamond ring.

"marry me." he said, more of a statement than a question.

"fucking hell, i love you so much," tears brimmed your eyes as you pulled him into a kiss.

that night, you and miles laid in bed, his head resting against your chest as your lightly scratched his head with your nails.

"you didn't even give me a chance to say no." you watched the diamond as it reflected the light from the lamps in the room.

miles scoffed at your statement.

"as if you could every say no to all of this hot sexy goodness." he gestured to himself.

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─ in the night.

premise: while high, you and elliot had an amazing idea.

pairing: elliot x f!reader.

warnings: being recorded. unprotected sex. creampie. dom!elliot sub!reader. degradation. oral sex (m!receiving). squirting. facial. and more idk, just smut.

word count: 1,285.

A/N: this was wild oh my god, not proofread.

you giggled to yourself while you walked around elliot’s room, trying to find his old camcorder. you both were laying on his bed when you suggested the idea, your boyfriend slowly turned his head to you and smiled at your idea.

“i found it” you said while closing his desk’s drawer, walking on his direction and handing it to him with a small smirk on your face, already feeling excited about what was going to happen.

you took off your tank top and pants while waiting for your boyfriend to give you an instruction, leaving you only with a pink lace bra and thong, you could barely hear the small whimper that left elliot’s lips, and before you knew it the viewfinder was portraying your silhouette.

he grabbed a bundle of your hair and yanked you to your knees. he yanked your head back so you could look up to him. he didn’t indicate you to do anything, but the sound of him urgently undoing his pants told you enough.

“open wide, doll.” he demanded.

you opened your mouth and sticked your tongue out, he lowered your head and shoved his dick into your mouth, making you gag as you adjusted to his already urgent thrusts in your mouth.

he didn’t give you a second to catch your breath between thrusts, you made little sounds, whimpers and barely audible moans left your mouth as he fucked his dick on your throat, you looked up at him and saw the disapproval on his face as he watched you take his dick.

“don’t be shy.” he said stroking your cheek. “let the camera hear you.” he continued while he kept thrusting in your mouth.

you played up your moans so he could hear just how much you enjoyed having his dick in your mouth, gagging every time his tip reached your throat.

you watched him change the camera angle, your throat getting on the frame, portraying the outline of his thick dick moving in and out, tears threatening to leave your eyes as you moaned loudly around him.

he returned the camera to your face, letting you see how you looked, how much you were actually drooling and how watery your eyes looked.

“do you like chocking on my dick, doll?” he asked.

you moaned a “yes”, he yanked your hair to get your mouth off his dick, making you moan as you looked up to the camera.

he angled the camera down to focus on the saliva on your breasts, his free hand moving to your bra, playing with the straps of it, letting them fall off your shoulders.

“take it off” he said while his hand cupped one of your breast, squeezing it softly for the camera.

you didn’t hesitate, immediately unhooking your bra and throwing it to the side, elliot never taking the camera out of your breasts.

“spit on them baby, come on” he encouraged while he moved his hand to his dick, stroking it slowly, you cupped your breasts and spit in the crease between them, looking right into his eyes as you messaged your saliva all over them.

“can you tell the camera what i’m gonna do?” he asked mockingly, you smiled at him before you answered.

“fuck my tits” you answered, and he responded by sliding his dick in between your breasts, you bounced on your knees so you could help the stimulation.

he angled the camera in a way that now your face and tits were on the frame, definitely a sight for sore eyes, the camera captured the way your eyes never left his face, looking directly at him while he moaned your name.

his movements became erratic, you knew he was close so you started moving faster, suffocating his dick in between your breasts, and in a matter of seconds you felt how his warm cum painted your skin, some of it reaching your face.

two of your fingers collected his cum, and guided them to your lips, tasting him while you looked right into the camera.

he stepped out of his pants and underwear, helping you to your feet and handing you the camera, ordering you to lay your body on his soft mattress, the camera captured his movements.

he started to kiss down your body, his hands squeezing your tits while he licked the sticky white liquid out of your skin, making you moan loudly, he continued kissing down your stomach and thighs and finally reaching your sopping cunt.

“jesus babe, so wet you got your underwear all wet too” he rubs your clit through the thin material of your thong, he grabs the camera, getting a close up of your drenched core, he pulls down your underwear spreading your legs further so he can get a good view of you pussy.

he shows the camera your wet folds, his fingers move through your folds making you squirm. you take the phone from him as he does down on you licking your clit slowly and teasingly, his finges finding his wat through your walls, fingering you while he tasted you.

the camera picks up your sweet moans and whimpers. “oh baby, it feels so good” you moan. he kept stimulating you, one of his hands pushing down your belly, he wanted you to squirt on him. “fuck right there” grabbing his hair, pulling on it.

your legs throbbed while you came, soaking his sheets, his shirt and his face, a good part of your release going into his mouth, he took the camera out of your shaking hands and placed it on the nightstand, the camera was able to capture every single part of your bodies.

he took off his soaking shirt, your hands went to your breasts, playing with them as you waited for him. “so good, pretty boy” you compliment him. he smiled at you, kissing your lips before starting to tease your entrance with his dick. “i just want to be inside you” he said, he took the camera once again, showing the camera how he thrusted his dick inside of you, taking him completely.

the camera shows his perspective, slow and sensual, his dick sliding in and out of your walls, your manicured hands holding your bouncing tits, his free hand massaging your aching clit while you both moaned loudly.

“fuck” you whimpered. “so good” you cried while he moved faster, seeking his release and yours, he moved his fingers faster on your clit, making you moan louder, your hands living your tits, letting the bounce free for the camera.

“you feel so good, shit” he groaned, your walls squeezing him, the sound of the skin clapping filling the room along with your moans.

“i’m so close” you moaned, your voice shaky, his thrusts getting sloppier. “fucking me so good baby” you praised.

“yeah? it feels good?” he asked, his free hand going to your breasts, massaging one of them, making your nipples get harder on his palm.

“so good, so good” you repeated, you could taste your orgasm, your walls milking his cock, making him moan your name.

“cum with me, doll. wanna feel you” he moaned and you cried out, your thighs trembling around his hips while you came, moans and whimpers leaving your swollen lips, triggering elliot’s orgasm. “god, f-fuck.” he groaned and thrusted his hips all the way into you, spurting his cum deep on your cunt, shaky breaths left both of your lips while you traveled down your highs.

you blowed a kiss towards the camera and he stopped recording, carefully placing the camera on the bed, taking your body on his arms so he could cuddle you, his dick still resting inside your sticky walls.

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hc for how poly!angel and coco would react to seeing reader out with a guy they don’t know? Reader and guy are sitting a little to close for their liking ofc she’s not cheating on them though.

This shit is so extra why would you trigger my overactive imagination like this lmao

They weren’t really going anywhere specific 

Just riding around town after getting the day off per Bishop

They would have rathered spend that free time with you of course, but you were busy with your own plans

And so they had decided to just chill and pass the time until you were done 

You had told them that you had to run some errands and then meet one of your girls to go shopping 

They had been cool with that, fine with you getting out and spending time with a friend 

They missed you, sure, but it was only for a few hours 

Then they would have you back to themselves 

So they made the best out of it, stopping at the taco truck for lunch and then wasting time

They’re going slow through town, no rush, and that probably why Coco notices you so easily

He smiles to himself, the way he always does whenever he puts his eyes on you 

He’s elbowing Angel who redirects his attention to where Coco is pointing

And Angel is getting that very same smile on his face too

They stop at the red light and watch you take a sip from your drink as you sit outside in the corner of the restaurant 

They’re both looking at you with the same love and affection that they always do 

But it fades away quickly as they watch some man come up to the table

Young, tattoos up and down along his arms

You standing and embracing him tightly 

The hug lasts a bit longer than either of them would like 

And they’re also not a fan of how he places his hand on the small of your back when you both go to sit down 

“Yo, who the fuck is that?”

Coco shrugs, not having an answer to Angel’s question 

“No fuckin’ clue.”

The light is green now but Coco is still at a standstill, someone beeping the horn from behind after a few seconds

He throws up his finger and then turns left instead of going straight to go home

Parking across the street in an empty spot along the curb where they can still see you 

The men are watching you like a hawk now as you take another sip of your drink, laughing and smiling with the mystery man that they already want to jump 

But it’s when he sits down and you scoot your chair closer to him that they really feel their blood pressure rising

“The fuck is she doing? I thought she said she was gonna be with one of her girls?”

Coco nods, taking a long drag from the cigarette between his fingers, his eyes not looking away from you despite Angel staring at the side of his face 

“She did say that.” 

“But now she’s here with some motherfucker getting lunch?”

Coco doesn’t respond to that, simply taking another drag 

Knowing that with his time as a sniper, he could absolutely make that shot from all the way over across the street

He forces down his blood thirst for the moment though and finally looks at Angel, nodding his head once in your direction 

“Call her. See what she says.” 

Angel doesn’t have to be told twice, pulling out his phone and calling you up, staring at you as it rings 

They both watch as you fish your phone out of your purse and look at the screen

You answer and despite Angel wanting to play it cool, he can’t 

“Hey. Where you at?”

“I’m at lunch with my friend.” 

He’s not a fan of the vagueness and looks over at Coco, lips pursed 

“Your homegirl that you were going shopping with?”

“Mhmm. I’ll be home soon.” 

Both men are fuming and they’re staring at each other, trying to figure out how to respond when you speak again 

“The foods coming so I gotta go. I’ll see you both when I get home ok? I love you.” 

Redirecting their eyes to you, they see that the food is in fact not there, because you haven’t even ordered yet

Coco is speaking up now, his voice low over the speaker

“Where you eating at? We’re gonna pull up.” 

Angel nods, both men hearing you stutter

“N-no, don’t bother, we just got quick appetizers, we’ll be done by the time you get here.” 

“That’s fine, we’ll just chill with you guys.” 

There’s silence on your end for a few seconds before you sigh, coming clean 

“I’m not with her. I’m with an old friend from high school, he works for a bike shop. I’m trying to get you two something for your bikes but you wanna be so damn nosy that I can’t even get around to showing him what I want to get you. So since you made me ruin the surprise, just bring your asses over so you can explain it to him and I don’t get the wrong thing.” 

They feel bad then, having trusted you but still being suspicious, and now ruining your surprise 

Angel sighs and rubs his face in embarrassment, handing the phone to Coco who apologizes for them both

“Our bad, mami. We just wanted to know what was going on.” 

You huff and they watch as you cross your arms like a brat, even the friend chucking at you

“We’ll be there soon.” 

“You don’t even know where I am, how do you know you’ll be here soon?”

He doesn’t answer you, simply tapping the horn and watching as you look up, eyes landing on the two trouble makers 

“You motherfu-” 

"Love you, bye.” 

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A Metaphor for Fidelity.

i’m back.. my first post did so wel i’m going greatful for all the support i love you all!!!

Elliot x reader, 18+

this is sad lol, I wanted to do something completely different to my first fic I posted so here u go🥲 ITS ALSO RLLY SHORT IM SO SORRY XXXX

“Fuck baby, doing so fucking well.”

His moans sounded like a piano to me. A melody that flowed so effortlessly and with such ease that it was simply intoxicating. His words kept me going, praises coming out from the confines of his lips every second that his mouth was not busy on mine.

These praises made me go just that bit harder, bouncing on his lap while he filled me up. My fingers found his hair and pulled his neck backwards to expose the empty flesh that I would soon go on to claim with my marks. Sex with Elliot is indescribable. He knows what to do. He knows how to make me squirm, but he also knows how to make me relax. He has the ability to make me beg for more, even when my body has been pushed to its absolute limit; he is something else all together.

And then, when I can feel the elastic string in my stomach slowly reaching its breaking point, I go faster. Running my hands seductivly down my stomach, grasping my breast on the way to my clit. Tracing harsh circles, it was the thing that brought me to the near edge. I was so close, so near my optimum pleasure. So close when..

“Oh god, fuck, Jules.”

It didn’t even register at first. So I kept going until I was done. Thinking back on my actions I was an idiot for blocking it out. It was only until I saw his face while holding myself up on his shoulders that it fully clicked what he had just done.

My face dropped first, then my heart. The feeling was new, it wasn’t anger or jealousy. It wasn’t sadness either. Making my way off of the man I can’t believe that I had actually slept with, I rushed to put on my clothes. Taking extra effort to blank out the noises surrounding me. A blur of ‘baby please’ and ‘wait, let me explain’ is all I was able to catch during his shitty attempt at making the situation any less embarrassing.

He grabbed my face and that’s when I lost it. The thing is, that I didn’t know how he wanted me to react. “Don’t you fucking touch me.” Was all I managed to say before I just starting balling. All of my emotions pouring out in the form of small droplets of water. The water on my chin failing to fall down and instead sliding down along the hickeys on my neck; the irony of the tears he caused aligning with the pleasure he once placed upon my skin.

My mind begged the question, did he sleep with her? Was he thinking of Jules while inside of me? But my heart begged me to leave. To place a bandage over my valves and arteries to prevent any further damage. I have always been a more logical girl.

“Have you had sex with her?”

Moments pass and the only thing that could be a kind of considered an answer to my question was a man I front of my lowering to his knees, hugging my thighs and saying sorry. I had never been cheated on. I didn’t know how people owned up to their sins. Reflecting on this experience I should’ve known what had happened by his whole show he put on. However, I had to get the verbal clarification I needed, I needed proof that I wasn’t going crazy.

“Answer my fucking question Elliot, I swear to g-“

“Yes.”

I released the breath I held in my chest and started to leave. My chest rising and falling at the same rate that my feet were walking. I swiped my phone and my keys off of his night stand, purposefully knocking over an full ashtray while I was at it, and swore to myself I would never step foot in his room again. I refuse to be treated like this.

He trailed after me like a lost puppy. Burying his face in his palms. I ignored every word he had said, none of them meaning anything to me anymore.

When discussing the touchy subject of infidelity, I believe that it should be brought up more that the culprit will always be caught at a time they are least expecting it. That there might not be a day that it all ‘just clicks’, that sometimes it’s a shock to your entire system that someone so in love with you would decide that you are not enough. That their greed is more important than your being. It’s infuriating.

Getting home was not a time a recall. I don’t remember leaving his house, I don’t remember entering mine, and I certainly don’t remember texting Jules. Not that it was anything bad, if my mind was alive and in the state it is now in I think I would’ve done the same.

To ‘Jules’ : whore

Ok the kissing prompt again: 10 for haddotin 🌸

In which Nestor is sick of queerbaiting and wants them to make it official.

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